crushed_pearls

"...Mmm." Erin's ears twitch in Gil's direction. "The ship steals half my harvests. It's fucking annoying, but the nice thing about being a sleeping god is I have reserves to burn. Still." The chopsticks tap against her plate. "...I've mostly kept quiet about Glamour. A few people know, and associate with me, but in the main...those few people had difficulty understanding. One of 'em directly went 'oh hey I'm food then', which, ew, fuck that. You do you as far as that goes but it's been a long walk for even a little understanding."